It's Saturday. 3 days after my graduation and it's my wedding.
Well, fake wedding.
I stare at the big, white box delivered this morning that holds my 'wedding dress'.
I tear my gaze away from the box and make my way into the bathroom.
Taking my time in the bathroom, it's 9:20 by the time I return.
The sound of my hair drier soon fills the room.
Soon enough, my hair is dry and I gently massage my scalp with my hair cream.
Then I head for the white box, excitement bubbling in me.
I'm irritated by how excited I am for this dress.
Opening it up, I find a really beautiful, silk dress that probably costs a fortune but one glance and I know I'm not wearing that.
It's pretty and all but, it's too revealing and I'm pregnant. I can't wear that.
'Trust the Trevalyan's to totally f**k this up' I snort
"Now I'm talking to myself" I raise my hands in exasperation
Going through every potential wedding dress replacement i
"How was that?" I ask, turning to face Anthony with a shit-eating grin plastered on my lips.Why the heck am I joyed so over-joyed?Surprisingly though, he grins right back "Not bad for a girl"Maybe it won't be total hell living with this guy for a few months after all"A girl? What's that supposed to mean?" I try to frown but fail miserably"Oh nothing" he raises his hand in a 'surrender' gesture"Good. Thought I'd be having your head for my first meal"He chuckles, a light, quiet one laced with amusement "I see I've married a feisty soul""Oh, trust me you don't know yet"He makes no move to leave so I hop out first and turn in the direction of the house but I freeze on the spot as the house comes into full view.It's not a house. Mansion hardly describes it. Palace comes close. It is a series of rectangles constructed of steel and glass. It's unapologetically modern.The sides are polished
"Dad says to give you this" Anthony says in his usual impassive tone as he stretches a brand new IPhone 12 towards me.The phone pack glitters in my eyes and the imaginary sound of a magic wand in a fairy tale movie fills my ears.Tempting as it is though, I have to decline. I will not allow myself to be indebted to these people in any way."No" I say simply and go back to scrolling through my Instagram feed on my iPhone 8.I glance up just in time to see his impassive look morph into one of confusion."What do you mean 'no'?" He mutters, his look and tone impassive once again."Mr. Trevelyan, I'm sure you're not dumb. The word 'no' can be defined as an act or instance of denying or refusing. It is a negative vote or decision. What don't you understand, Sir?" I blink up at him with an innocent smile playing on my lips.He's not the playful guy I met the day I married him. As the days went by he's morphed into something humourless, with
I stumble my way through the front door at exactly 12:23 am.I'm so tired.If there's one thing I'm glad about...it's that I don't have to see Violet or Anthony this night.Ugh...they annoy me when they're together."Seriously¿ A Club?" A deep, authoritative voice resonates through the room as I step into the living room.I freeze in my spot, startled greatly by how calm yet fear-inspiring the voice is.Recovering from my state, I turn slowly to the direction of the voice."Hi" I breathe, because honestly the expression on Anthony's face has me shitting myself on the inside."What kind of married, heavily pregnant woman goes to a club?" He growlsHe makes me feel like a child caught stealing candy."I'm not heavily pregnant" I whisper."You're married. What will others think of you?" He says through gritted teeth.In a moment of confience, I square my shoulders and scoff at him "You're married and you go arou
The sound of my phone ringing wakes me up from my alarming dream.Without even bothering to check the caller ID, I slide towards 'receive' and bring it to my ear."Mrs. Trevelyan?" I hear a familiar voice say politely."Hmm?" I mumble sleepily."I apologize if this is a bad time. I'm calling to inform you that you are scheduled to be in Maldives tomorrow for your honeymoon" Andrea mutters formallyNow that snaps sleepiness right out of me."Say that again?" I say slowly."Mr. Trevelyan has asked me to inform you of your trip to Maldives, South Asia for your honeymoon ma'am" she repeats.I know she's not talking about Anthony because she works for his father and Anthony can't make such a ridiculous decision.I want to yell at her and all but she's nothing but a messenger who bears a dumb message, I shouldn't take it out on her."Thanks, Andrea" I mutter quickly before disconnecting the call.Immediately, I scroll throu
"Wait in the car" Anthony orders and I nod obediently, grab my suitcase and head for the black Mercedes he left running.The trunk is open so I shove my suitcase in there, and sit in the backseat with my fanny pack that contains my phone, charger, air pods and other small things.He soon hops in the driver seat, buckles his seatbelt and just when I think we're about to move, he turns to me."Do I look like a driver to you, Olivia?" He says sternly and I find myself shaking my head 'no' and scrambling to the front seat.He's sporting a look of surprise when I look to him, though he quickly recovers."Wanna drive?" He asks.It's tempting, I wanna scream yes but to risk doing something wrong and have him do God knows what to me....No, thank you!I've had a glimpse of him. I've seen the tip of the HELL everyone says he is and I definitely don't want to see any more.
"Olivia" his voice is a hushed sound"Olivia" he calls again softly as he shakes me gently"Wake up, sleepyhead" he calls"Olivia" he calls again"Alright, alright, I'm up" I groan, my eyes still closed"Olivia" he keeps shaking me"Leave me alone" I growl angrily, my eyes flying open.My eyes scan the environment and that's when I realize who he is."I'm so sorry, Sir" I apologize quickly, standing up immediately."Relax, it's fine" he says, his lips turned upward in an amused expression.I nod and wait for him to make the next move but he does nothing.1 minute..still nothing2 minutes...still nothing5 minutes...nothingHe just sits there on the bed, staring.&nbs
“Good morning, Mr. Trev" I beam at Anthony who shoots me a weird look."You know...Trevelyan¿...Trev" I explain but his expression just remains emotionless."Just forget it" I huff.Yeah, you guessed it. I woke up feeling extra happy today."I'm going for a morning run by the way" I inform, grabbing a pair of running shorts and matching sports bra from my suitcase."You don't even know the area" he frowns."Your point is?" I ask as I neatly arrange my suitcase and tuck it away."Why would you go jogging in a place you don't know?"I stroll into the bathroom to get dressed.He’s looking at me with expectant eyes when I stroll back out and I know he’s waiting on that answer."Doctor Greene says the exercis
“How is she?”“She’s stable but because of the stress she went through, she’s a little drained”“But she’s okay right?”I hear soft whispers around me. I hate it when people talk when I’m trying to sleep.Do they not see a soul that needs resting?Wait, where am I?Resisting the urge to yell at the source of the voices, I squint my eyes open slowly. I expect it to be burned by the early morning sun but it’s not. I open my eyes further and I realize that it’s dark outside.I’m back in the hotel room.Memories of what happened this morning comes rushing in and I’m filled with sudden fear as I remember me passing out.“My Baby. Is my baby okay? Tell me my baby is okay!”I hear a beeping go off next to me. It’s a heart monitor.“Relax, Olivia, you need to rest” Anthony say